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Not even done but I'm 90% there and can already tell how this is gonna go. I'm not quite up to the task of the book, nor do I care to be.* It's intermittently fun and makes some good points but it's definitely not "enjoyable" taken as a whole** and I would never recommend it to anyone else. TLP was important to me in blog form but I'm just not that lad anymore.

*essentially it's really hard to be a *book* about how knowledge is used as a crutch by those who lack power. Like, books is knowledge, innit. I often ended up in this sort of feedback loop with the text where it's like "you're such a moron. You love to LEARN THINGS about yourself and not change, don't you, you little whore?" and I'd be like "OK I will put you down and go for a walk then", and then Alone would be like "lmao typical millennial narcissist too afraid to put in the work and READ", and when I was 19 and reading the blog I would've been like "damn, no, I'm Not Like The Other Girls, I'm gonna read the WHOLE THING, that'll show you!" but now I am just like "yep. Going for that walk now." "Noooooo, you're supposed to reading Thucydides and the Gospel of Luke in the original Greek and do your algebra hom-" Alone. Buddy. I am almost twenty-four. The time for such things has passed. What I *need* to do is get a fucking job.

The funny part is that's the lesson of the blog *and* of the book. He was always saying "[the sorts of character deficiencies he railed against] are fine until you're twenty-five or so. Then, it's over. Focus on not fucking up everyone else's life." It's even somewhere in the book, can't tell you where because there aren't any fucking chapters or divisions [see footnote 2]! Tee hee! So, unfortunately, by his own guidance, 'unlocking' Sadly, Porn - reading Thucydides, reading Lacan, even being bothered to finish the book - is drastically low on my list of Shit To Do. For whatever reason, and there are lots, that sort of curiosity, that got me to uni but not through it, no longer exists in me and I have zero interest in getting it back. It's honestly better this way. I got stuff to do. I gotta stop thinking and do it. And stop writing goodreads reviews tbf

**90% of the book is formatted like this, where the footnotes drastically outweigh the actual body of text. The first couples times it happens you're like "lmao classic alone, what a characteristically quirky choice" but it eventually becomes clear that 'making you work harder' is a crutch for 'not being able to put across points clearly'. I know he CAN, because he did it constantly on the blog; that he does not should not be taken as a sign of complexity or a deliberate choice, as I have seen some commentators say, but as a genuine failing. It's okay, I've rushed essays before. I've failed to finish my music - an equivalent 'passion project' rather than any sort of work/school based necessary output - on time. It's just that the overarching theme of the book is "these days, no one puts as much effort into anything as me!". How about some chapters, fam. Would be a start. "That would be too easy, this book is supposed to be impossible to read because-" Because you're a cunt and you don't believe in your point being understood, do you. Otherwise you'd just write it. Or not. Alone need study Kierkegaard. All the spooky "beware of REAL thought, right this way, I promise" shit dotted about is just Porn, Sadly.